[ Footfalls and metal clangs are mixed with heavy breaths as they fight, and it is going fairly well until Molly's kicked in the gut and staggers back. Immediately throwing his scimitars up to block any sword swing that would follow up that kick (he's definitely getting you back for that later, Fjord), he then makes sure to put space between them again. ]

You're really good with that big, heavy thing, Fjord. Such girth on that shaft, I'm sure it'll split a man in two.

[ He twirls his scimitars in his hands, amused. ]

It must be so hard in your hand, appearing when you think about getting me all sweaty for you.